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- At that moment, Zhou Li saw the decay of the world.
It¡¯s like thousands of years of time have passed in an instant, everything has changed quickly. The ground cracked with tragic scars, the walls were covered with twisted cracks, and the ceiling above them was rapidly falling apart.
The human body rots in an instant, the bones turn white in the wind, and the blood evaporates, turning into dry marks.
Everything is decaying and dying rapidly.
This is an ¡®event deduction¡¯ that operates at ultra-frequency with the support of thousands of times of computing power.
All the clues were pulled out and turned into something indescribable in his mind, as if the whole world had become a huge problem. Layers of intertwined clues led Zhou Li to look at the answer - death.
Time is the strongest accomplice, helping him find the most vulnerable place in all things. They were as obvious as the cracks that kept flashing from Zhou Li's vision at this moment.
Subtle cracks are like threads wandering over the scene, but they are too fast for people to see clearly. They can only be seen in the moment when a bubble bursts.
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Fortunately, no one is faster than him here.
Zhou Li took a deep breath and stepped into the constantly shattering 'now'.
¡ª¡ªWeeping Blade, Apocalypse Mode, activated.
A thousand times faster than the lightning, it fell on Zhou Li.
His figure becomes like an illusion, full of unrealistic and erratic feelings, in the mutual observation of different timelines. Everyone only had time to see Zhou Li raise his head. He opened his mouth and said something.
A thousand times faster, the murmur turns into a short, sharp cry. It's like needles spreading forward.
Zhou Li's thin shadow collapsed.
The erratic figure suddenly spread out, like a puppet made of water. When it was punctured, colors spurted into the air, intertwining into blurry outlines, looking forward.
This is a completely unreasonable alt+v, copy, and paste. Paste, paste Zhou Li's every step forward left behind countless slow-motion afterimages.
The refresh rate of visual residue on the human retina is twenty-four times. Twenty-four attempts per second cannot catch the erratic phantom, and can only leave fleeting fragments in vain.
It¡¯s like a poorly edited B-movie that makes people want to laugh. However, the blood and murderous intent in the film are like a tide, swallowing up the entire corridor.
At that moment, the last afterimage was a smile.
The handsome young man had blue eyes and a warm smile on his lips, but his eyes were full of indifference, as if he were looking down at an inorganic object, without any warmth.
The cold is coming.
"Stop"
The burly prisoner roared. His face looked ferocious, with dark purple lines emerging from his eyes. Great power is brewing. Before he could finish his roar, a bloody crack appeared on his face extending downward from the center.
From forehead to chin, his body was evenly disassembled. His body, together with the arms flying in the air, fell apart at the same moment.
"Ho, ho"
The man¡¯s eyes widened and he subconsciously touched his throat, but he couldn¡¯t feel the presence of his hands. He turned his head with difficulty, allowing his companions to see his shriveled face like a charred corpse, and the deep purple light in his eyes that was full but unable to be released.
The light finally reached its peak and exploded - within his body.
It was like a cloud bomb detonating in an instant. High heat swept across, and all the moisture was drained away in an instant. Terrifying vibrations that penetrate deep into every cell cleave the molecular bonds. Uncontrolled energy surged out of his mouth and nose like plasma, dripping onto the ground, transforming matter into nothingness.
Just when his head was about to explode, a terrifying cold light penetrated his body and cut his life line into pieces.
That was a speed that was higher than lightning, cruelly leaving him with the last time to survive.
He opened his mouth with difficulty, wanting to say something, but a foot stepped on his face, breaking his dry neck, and then kicked him into the darkness ahead.
The shriveled head rolled and rolled, and finally fell at the feet of the little girl huddled in the corner. The little girl in prison uniform hugged her knees. She looked down at the pair of desperate eyes, her eyes confused and confused. It's like I can't understand what happened.So the same.
Now, there are twelve left.
In the dim darkness, Zhou Li seemed to laugh silently, his blue eyes were cold, and he breathed out hot breath that was like a burning flame.
He crossed the decapitated corpse and strode forward, the cry of the Weeping Blade in his hand getting louder and louder.
He stepped forward again.
There was a scream, and a thin and rickety prisoner jumped out from the wall behind him. A short knife popped out of his arm and stabbed Zhou Li in the back.
The blade of the Weeping Blade swept out, but he blocked it with his elbow, because the skin all over his body had turned the color of gray iron, and his whole body had transformed into a metal man.
Heavy, but fast, this is the ability to assimilate metal and steel and freely shuttle under the earth - Shi Xing.
There was no pain on his face, his eyes were roaring wildly, and a blade and a spike covered with rust were pierced out of his body. Like a hedgehog, he hugged Zhou Li in front of him.
Under Zhou Li¡¯s feet, the ground suddenly softened, blisters appeared, and turned into a quagmire. And arms made of stone stretched out from the quagmire, constantly pulling him, trying to restrain him in that quagmire.
There is a big screaming mouth on each arm, which is chewing aimlessly, even if it is empty, it is with incomparable force.
Above his head, the ceiling suddenly cracked, and a scorching red rain poured down.
That is the molten iron formed after countless broken iron pieces and steel bars were burned. They came here under the call of ability and burned through the layers of concrete isolation layers. It suddenly tilted down from Zhou Li's head.
Tens of thousands of drops of hot molten iron intertwined into layers of rain curtains. The head of the bag splashed down. All spaces of escape are sealed.
Among the prisoners, the woman who controlled the molten iron was exhausted, and blood oozed from her facial features, but her red eyes were staring at the man behind the team, and she asked in a hoarse voice:
"What are you waiting for? Do you have to let him kill us all?! Take it out! Hurry up",
There was a hint of pain in the man's face, he untied the backpack on his back, quickly bit his finger and smeared it on the blood seal, and held the backpack with trembling hands. Aim at Zhou Li.
A wisp of breeze flowed out of the backpack, and then the seal of the backpack exploded. Strong winds and storms, like the storm on the entire ocean, are gushing out of the basket at this moment, and black clouds and lightning are like a frenzy.
The wildly dancing black clouds, wrapped in lightning and heavy rain, covered the entire corridor the moment they rushed out of the backpack, condensing into substantial clouds and lightning that filled everything in sight, and frantically pounced on the enemy directly in front of them.
Then, it condensed into a huge vortex.
Like a black hole, it exudes an abyss-like attraction. Pulling everything into the darkness and pressure comparable to the deep sea.
In the sky, below the ground, left and right. ahead.
There is nowhere to escape.
This is a combination specially made to restrain extraordinary speed. In one breath, it is enough to strangle any living creature into rotten flesh, burn it into ashes, and then be swallowed up by the rainstorm basket and teleported to a certain area of ??Asia that is forever covered by storms. Go into space.
Turned into nothing.
In the quagmire, Zhou Li raised his head and looked around at the terrorist attacks that blocked all directions.
With the next snap of his fingers, they would engulf him, and then death would gently embrace him, sinking him into darkness forever.
??A snap of the fingers.
Zhou Li smiled.
Ten thousand years is too long, the days and nights are long, and the time of every breath is so long.
When the ¡®Green Eyes¡¯ overclocked and the Apocalypse mode of the Weeping Blade was turned on, the only thing in the world that had no meaning to him was time.
He raised his hand and raised the long and narrow blade in his hand gently and gracefully, like holding a conductor's baton at a concert.
There is no audience or crowd under the stage, only enemies who want to take his life. There is no symphony orchestra behind him, but there are teammates who struggle out of the flames of war and risk their lives to protect Lu Huaxu.
This is destined to be a grand performance, and everything just happened was just the warm-up chords before the opening.
In the silence where time was frozen, Zhou Li raised his head and listened to the elegant voice that seemed like an hallucination.
In the void, in his soul, the soft and resounding violin played a sound like running water, and the dance music called "One Step Away" was about to end.
Zhou Li took a deep breath and looked up at the scorching rain of iron juice hitting his face. The scarlet fire couldn't cover up the green color in his eyes.He raised the blade in his hand, as if he was waving down a baton. The first note jumped out of the void with the tremor of the blade. The gentle note like moonlight was followed by a roar and loud noise like thunder.
The musical note sliced ??through the metal man in front of him with blades piercing his body. Along the 'cracks' on his body, it penetrated like a broken bamboo and flew into the void, leaving a lingering sound.
The next moment, the metal man silently split into two pieces, disintegrating in the frozen time, and could no longer cover the eyes in front of him.
Those eyes had a solemn aura and a soft smile, like a silent declaration.
Gentlemen, the time for dancing is over.
Next is the piece you have been waiting for, a symphony of blood and spirit, wails and roars.
¡ª¡ª"Bolero"!¡ª¡ª
There is still heavy rain in the sky, which will never end.
The rain falls from the dark clouds at the top of the sky and falls towards the earth, just like the tide of the ocean dancing wildly behind the curtain of clouds, scattering traces of its own existence.
On the ruins of the collapsed hospital, the remaining flames struggled hard and were extinguished bit by bit by the rain. The breath of ashes was swept away in the wind, leaving only a cold and pungent residual smell.
Walter was sitting on the edge of the empty building, holding an umbrella and his two calves dangling casually like a child.
As if he didn¡¯t care about the situation of the battle, he looked up at the sky, his empty sight seeming to penetrate the obstruction of rain and clouds. Look into the unknown.
Until an unknown voice came from the void. He looked into the ruins with stunned eyes.
"What a bad luck. I met such an unreasonable opponent."
He muttered to himself doubtfully, and at the end, he sighed silently:
At that moment, the frozen time flowed again.
They saw light, hot and cold light.
It¡¯s like the notes tilted like a waterfall in an instant, and the light wrapped around the blade rose into the sky like a flock of crows, echoing in this magnificent symphony.
The rays of light cut through the heavy rain of molten metal. Searing flames shot out in all directions.
The notes on the sword blade roared out in all directions, and the bass was followed by the accent. It was like the furious notes produced by the violent trembling of the piano wires. Layers of loud noises overlapped and spread.
The arm stretched out in the quagmire was cut into pieces, and before the softened soil had time to swallow everything, it was swept across by the horizontal blade, and the vacuum and air surging tide that followed made a loud noise.
The moment the blade passed by, the mud was pushed to both sides by the huge force in the air. It squirmed hard on the wall, but could not return to its original shape.
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? Moses parted the sea.
Finally, in the current of layers of light and notes. A cold light lit up. Silent, like the quiet moonlight. The moonlight flows forward like water, gradually becomes angry, gradually becomes brighter, and finally turns into a dazzling light that makes people unable to look directly.
¡ª¡ªSecret Sword? Meteor!
The blade flew out and passed through the long corridor in a snap, followed closely by the God of Death with a high-pitched cry.
The vortex that had not yet formed was penetrated, and the whirling blade tore apart the black clouds and thunder and lightning. It broke through the heavy rain and strong wind, and drew a curved arc in the narrow and long corridor.
When the fleeting light of the meteor stopped, everyone looked behind them blankly.
At the very back, the man holding the Rainstorm Basket lowered his head stiffly. The Apocalypse Arms passed down from the Greek period burst into dark cracks, and traces of black clouds came out of the cracks and wrapped around his arms. physically.
The blade penetrated into the ¡®Rainstorm Basket¡¯, penetrated it, and also penetrated the body behind it.
The cold weapon pierced through his heart, causing him to let out a cry of surprise and despair.
Immediately afterwards, the backpack exploded, and black clouds surged out violently for a moment, tearing apart the body. Immediately afterwards, as if being pulled by countless evil spirits and evil spirits, he was drawn into the falling sword blade.
On the Weeping Blade, the silver tree shape shines quietly, like a greedy evil beast, devouring all energy.
??The tree that has been growing slowly is finally approaching a critical point, and the power locked within it is about to be released. Across the silver network of the 'World Tree', a little flame lit up quietly, struggling to wake up, but unable to break through the final limit.
A little bit worse, a little bit worse
¡ª¡ª
When the silver flash on the sword's edge went out, the last light source in the corridor also disappeared.
Darkness swallows everything.
The vague breathing spread, and the sound of footsteps coming from nowhere echoed gently in the corridor.
The prisoners in the darkness were on guard with all their strength, but they could not suppress the lingering sound of fear in their breathing.
Even if part of the nerves are cut off, injected with stimulants, and the fear in the will is cut off When they face the darkness of knowing nothing, they can't help but feel the long-lost feeling again.
That is the rhythm when the lungs are vibrating, the trembling caused by the twitching of the diaphragm, and the fear that the internal organs are submerged in the ice water.
It was like stepping into a tropical rainforest, and something cold and slender climbed up the body along the pants leg, wandering on the body, the scales rubbing against the skin, bringing the greedy desire of the predator and the food from the top of the food chain. Looking down coldly.
This is the fear that cannot be controlled by hormones and nerves, the trembling of the soul when it faces the end.
Because when they looked at the darkness, the eyes in the darkness were also looking at him.
Cold and quiet, with vast greenness.
Like death.
"he came!"
At that moment, someone lost his voice.
The sound of cracking spread, and the warm water flowed out of the water bag and splashed on the wall, smearing tragic marks that no one could see.
The sound of falling to the ground continued to sound, followed by gushing water droplets flowing towards the sky, and splashing warm water droplets falling down. It flows on the man's drawn face.
The vague fishy smell and sticky feeling were the last straw for him.
He screamed. out of control. The machine gun in his hand opened fire with his twisted roar, the six barrels spinning wildly, spitting out blazing bullets and fire.
The constantly shining firelight illuminated the dead bodies on the ground, as well as the scarlet marks on the wall. On the cracked wall, someone had painted with the blood of the deceased, leaving a faint, abstract smile.
The round smiling face looked at him quietly, gradually deforming and twisting in the flash of gunfire. Blood and tears remain.
He stared blankly at the twisted and crazy smile, his eyes instantly became bloodshot, and he let out a scream of collapse:
¡°!!!!!!!!!!!!!!¡±
No longer caring about his teammates behind him, he raised his machine gun high and swept across in a crashing manner, aiming at everything that moved.
Bullets slanted out of the muzzle like a rainstorm.
Behind him, the skinny prisoner suddenly changed his expression:
"Calm down! William!"
The man turned around, and he saw the blood-red collapse in his eyes. The muzzle of the gun was sweeping across, and the continuous bullets were hitting the walls and floor like iron whips. Sweeping across the waist.
The body of the skinny prisoner was completely broken by the bullet, and he fell to the ground. His expression twitched blankly, his lips pursed, and he didn't say anything before he was beaten to pieces by the bullets that shot back.
William, who was already crazy, pulled the trigger out of control. After the loud roar lasted for three minutes, no more sparks came out of the gun barrel. The bullet chain is exhausted.
The darkness surged up again and swallowed him up.
He widened his eyes and waved the machine gun in his hand wildly, as if to drive away the devil in the darkness.
But in the darkness, footsteps sounded again, as if they were stepping on the water. The footsteps were wet and had a cold and unhurried murderous intent.
William screamed and threw the machine gun in his hand into the darkness. In the darkness, there was the sound of the machine gun hitting the ground and the sound of water droplets falling into the pool of blood. But the footsteps did not stop, circling around the frightened man.
No matter how William drew out his dagger and slashed at the darkness crazily, the footsteps followed him like a ghost, until finally, he was exhausted, panting violently, and staring at the darkness in front of him with trembling eyes.
Can't see anything.
But the footsteps stopped in front of me.
In the silence, his expression twitched, his pupils expanded, and he did not dare to look directly at the malicious eyes in the darkness.
A cold hand stretched out from the darkness behind him and landed on his shoulder. Its fingertips were filled with sticky blood, gently caressing the back of his neck and throat.
It¡¯s like the call of death, gentle and cruel.
The cold hands took away the last of his strength, causing him to twitch and kneel in a pool of blood on the ground, whimpering sadly.
"plea color, pleaa color"
The fishy, ??salty liquid fell from his face and fell into the blood.
There are no words in his mouthHe muttered in succession, groped with his palms in the darkness, knelt down in front of the God of Death, kissed his boots piously and humbly, and murmured hoarsely to himself:
¡°¡plea color¡¡±
That cold hand fell on his head, stroking his hair gently.
Finally, the cold blade penetrated his head, taking away all his life in an instant.
Under the sucking of the World Tree and the blade, he quickly turned into a withered corpse, as if it had been weathered for thousands of years.
In the darkness, silence swallowed everything.
Wu Jiangshan listened silently to the sounds coming from the depths of the darkness, his face gradually turning pale, and finally turning numb.
After a long time, there was no sound in the darkness, only the sound of water dripping. Just when he was about to lose his patience, the sound of a match being lit came from the darkness.
With the friction of the match, sparks burst out, and a faint light lit up from the darkness.
The red firelight illuminated the red blood.
At that moment, Wu Jiangshan¡¯s eyes were stung by scarlet.
Thick blood flowed on the wall and fell into a pool of blood on the ground. The overlapping corpses fell to the ground, broken and hideous. Most of them seemed to have been devoured by villains, weathered and withered.
The withered corpse was soaked in blood, with a ferocious and frightened expression. Under the light of the jumping fire on the match, it looked like it was struggling to crawl out of hell.
Among the corpses and pool of blood, a long knife stabbed on the ground. There are still traces of red lines on the blade. Like some kind of twisted totem. The sword's blade, as transparent as crystal, reflected the light of the fire. It reflects the silhouette of the young man next to it.
The flame illuminated the blood-stained hands, and the young man calmly lit the cigarette at the corner of his mouth with the flame, and then dropped it at his feet. The match went out in the pool of blood, making a hissing sound.
In the silence, Zhou Li smoked quietly, and the fire went out.
The flickering firelight illuminated his eyes, but the cold green color was not human-like.
It¡¯s like blood was sprinkled on it, so the disguise was torn. The gentle and amiable shell was torn away, revealing the cruelty that had been hidden inside.
He looked around at the blood, his eyes silent, as if he was used to it.
In front of him, the last 'enemy' looked up at him.
It was a little girl of thirteen or fourteen years old. Her flaxen hair fell softly from her shoulders. It was stained with blood and became a little dirty. Wearing a prison uniform that was a bit too big for him, she huddled in the corner, holding her bear doll in her arms.
But it¡¯s on her face. But there was no fear, just an empty confusion.
It¡¯s like you don¡¯t understand what¡¯s going on. Not knowing where she was, she quietly raised her head and peered at Zhou Li's face, then showed a silly and flattering smile and stretched out her hand to tug at his red-stained trousers.
Zhou Li just looked at her silently, holding the knife in his hand.
"Where is that guy?"
He asked softly.
The girl looked at him blankly, as if she didn't understand, and remained numbly silent.
The silence was broken by the sound of the phone in the girl's arms.
The girl looked at the phone in her hand blankly, fidgeting with it over and over again, and finally looked at Zhou Li in confusion.
Zhou Li stretched out his hand and motioned for her to give the phone to him.
The call was connected.
In the dilapidated floor, there is nothing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.
An hour ago, the prisoners landed here and jumped into the hospital. An hour later, everything was over.
It was still raining outside the shattered floor-to-ceiling window. The space user wearing prison uniform was lying in a pool of his own blood, looking numbly at the dusty ceiling. It seemed that the blood was spreading from under his body, and some of it flowed out of the window. Mixed into the rain; some left steps, leaving a series of bloody footprints as the man left.
"Congratulations, you are victorious, Mr. Zhou Li."
Walter walked slowly downstairs, murmured softly into the phone, and then laughed.
¡°Pu Chi Pu Chi Pu Chi Pu Chi¡¡±
Laughter is like someone popping a balloon, it¡¯s irritating.
"It was my mistake to ignore you. I admit defeat and celebrate my victory."
Walter walked downstairs, looking at the heavy rain outside the door, and the burning fire in the hospital still remained in the sky in the distance.
"Isn't there one last person left among you?"
On the phone, Zhou Li¡¯s voice was calm, cold and indifferent.
"That's not what it is, is it? Can you do that to a little girl like that?"
Walter stretched out his hand to catch the falling rain, and the rain fell through his palm as if passing through a phantom.
Now, this man¡¯s tone seems to be pleading, but his tone is disgusting:
"Let her go, she is just an autistic, mentally retarded child. Look at her eyes, she is meek and pitiful, as mean as a weed. As long as you threaten her with something red, she will She will obey you obediently, even if you take off her underwear and do whatever you want to her Well, having said that, if you want to kill her, that's up to you."
He paused for a moment and said in a helpless voice: "It's just a little girl anyway. For the big shots in Congress, American citizens are precious consumables. Although they are precious, there is no way to consume them."
There was silence on the phone for a long time, and an inaudible voice came:
"¡ª¡ªI'm talking about you."
The phone was hung up, Walter looked at the phone in his hand in shock, and after a long time he smiled helplessly.
He is such a proud and confident young man, so enviable.
He held up his umbrella and walked into the rain.
The mission failed and everything went according to plan.
After digging in his pocket for a long time, Walter pulled out a piece of paper numbered 5 from a pile of miscellaneous items, and then randomly decided on the retreat plan.
With the cooperation of those with electronic abilities in the United States, from now on, all traces of Arkham Asylum will be erased.
Hotel rooms, cameras in public places, fake identities, and purchase records including those on FamilyMart will disappear without a trace.
There was a brand new set of passports and identities in the storage cabinet of a large warehouse supermarket two intersections away. An hour later, a flight took off from Hongqiao Airport.
First from Shanghai to Moscow, and then transfer to Europe.
¡°Or France, or Germany, or maybe Sweden¡ In short, he will return to the United States from the Mexican border in forty-eight hours.
By then, everything that happens in China will have nothing to do with him, Arkham Asylum, or the United States of America.
¡°The rest is left to the embassy and the members of Congress.
He would go back to his dirty doghouse, put on a tank top and pants, sit in front of the couch, and start watching the endless TV series again, assuming his cable TV hadn't expired yet.
Everything is arranged just right, nothing more, nothing less.
¡°So, it¡¯s great to be a beautiful and strong dog.¡±
Walter murmured in a low voice and stopped next to the vending machine.
After sitting at the vending machine for a long time, he counted a few coins from his pocket and put them into the coin slot one by one, but his fingers were always wrong. Walter felt his vision was a little blurry, and his face was wet from the rain.
At the end, the sound of rolling came from inside.
He reached out and took it out, pressed down the aluminum easy-pull ring, took a big drink, and finally let out a long breath, raised the red bottle in his hand high, and pointed towards the extinguished burning sky:
"To you all, long live Coca-Cola~Long live Meilijian~"
There was a cracking sound, and the Coke can was broken.
Because something came through the void.
Dark liquid and canister fragments shot out, passing through his body and falling to the ground. The remaining Coke can passed through his hand and fell to the ground. The tinkling sound became dull in the rain.
Walter stared blankly at the empty palms, lowered his head in frustration, and turned around.
At the intersection behind him, a solemn young man stood there, looking at him quietly.
Not far away from the young man, a huge hole was opened in the ground. The incision was smooth but the outline was extremely sharp. It was as if some angry and violent beast rushed out from under the blockade of the earth and blocked Walter's front.
The young man¡¯s eyes were green, and the rain fell on the barrel of the pistol in his hand, evaporating into white mist.
White mist drifted past his eyes, like a soul dissipating in the rain.
"Where are you going?" Zhou Li asked softly.
"go home."
"Then I'll give it to you."
"OK."
Walter nodded.
The strong wind fell from the sky, blew past the end of the dangerous wall, then passed through this huge and silent city, and finally passed by them, taking away the black umbrella.
Black rain?Flying into the sky, like a bird climbing staggeringly in the rain, disappeared into the distance.
On the long street, there is only the silent sound of rain. (To be continued) - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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